Natalie snorted softly as he moved for the food and headed back towards her fridge, muttering to herself under her breath. "Right, not like we just visited four different time periods or anything, is it? I mean, so we saw younger versions of ourselves, saw ourselves fighting, saying 'I love you'- no big, right?" A cranberry vodka was quickly in the works.
Was he seriously not even remotely phased by this?